Well the last time I rememberThe train stopping at the depotWas when me and my Aunt VetaWe came riding back from WacoWell I remember I was wearingMy long pants and we was sharingConversation with a manWho sold ball-point pens and paperAnd the train stopped once in CliftonWhere my aunt bought me some ice creamAnd my mom was there to meet usWhen the train pulled into KopperlBut now kids at night break window lightsAnd the sound of trains only remainsIn the memory of the ones like meWho have turned their backs on the splintered cracksIn the walls that stand on the railroad landWhere we used to play and then run awayFrom the depot manI remember me and brotherUsed to run down to the depotJust to listen to the whistleWhen the train pulled into KopperlAnd the engine big and shinyBlack as coal that fed the fireAnd the engineer would smile and say"Howdy, how ya fellows?"And the people by the windowsPlaying cards and reading papersLooked as far away to usAs next summer's school vacationBut now kids at night break window lightsAnd the sound of trains only remainsIn the memory of the ones like meWho have turned their backs on the splintered cracksIn the walls that stand on the railroad landWhere we used to play and then run awayFrom the depot manFrom the depot man